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Title: Allow Me to Introduce Myself...Mr. Right
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Cesc Fàbregas/Robin van Persie
Disclaimer: Complete fiction
Summary: Snippet of marriage fic.
A/N: (Originally posted over at my actual LJ.) Because pippopippo wanted marriage fic and I can't ever say no to her. Crack fic. Just coz you know...I specialize in the genre.
The first sign of trouble is when, after Robin proposes, Cesc squeals, “I have to tell Sergio!” When Robin had asked if he wouldn’t prefer telling his parents first, Cesc had just looked at him blankly so Robin had just sighed and told him to go ahead.
Cesc goes into the next room, but he puts Sergio on speaker and the first thing Sergio says is, “Bitch.”
Robin looks at Cesc in alarm, but instead of looking offended, Cesc looks smug. “I know!” he crows, happily.
“I can’t believe you’re getting married first.”
“Who’s going to be your best man? It’s me, right? It has to be me. If you try to make someone else your best man, Cesc, I will hurt them. And you. Both of you. And I’ll frame Van Persie.”
Robin raises an eyebrow at that, wondering if Sergio knows he’s on speaker phone.
“Is he listening? Robin? Did you hear that? You better tell Cesc to make me his best man, or I will cause a scene at the wedding. I’ll…I’ll announce I’m pregnant, and no one will care about your stupid wedding.”
“You can’t get pregnant,” Cesc says, scathingly.
“Exactly. It will have everyone talking.”
Cesc rolls his eyes. “Of course you’re my best man. Who else am I going to ask? Iker?”
This sets off a wave of giggles from the two of them and Robin watches in amazement. Cesc was so strange, really.
“How did he propose? Was it romantic?”
Robin almost snorts at that. He had tried to make it romantic. It was hard, because most proposals were preceded by a person’s favourite meal or a person’s favourite something, which was hard enough. Even more so when that said person is Cesc Fàbregas.
Who likes donuts and chocolate milk. Not exactly aphrodisiacs.
He had been excited enough though, and had seen Robin’s proposal coming. As soon as Robin had moved closer to him, he had squealed and jumped to his feet.
“Wait!” he cried, running to his computer.
Robin had remained on the couch, trying to figure out what the Spaniard was up to now. Soon a familiar song started playing from the computer, and after dimming the lights a little, Cesc returned. He took up his original position on the couch, facing Robin and held out his hand to him.
Robin stared at him for a few minutes. “What?” he finally managed to sputter out.
Cesc beamed at him. “I’m setting the mood,” he said, matter-of-factly.
Robin had resisted the urge to roll his eyes, but he hadn’t been really surprised. It was very Cesc-like really.
Present Cesc is curling the phone cord around his fingers. “It was very romantic,” he says. “He had my favourite meal, he played my favourite song, it was horribly cheesy and perfect, Sergio.” He sighs contentedly, and Sergio echoes it on the other end.
~
Tomáš’s reaction is more normal. He congratulates Robin and is pleased when Robin asks him to be his best man.
“Who is Cesc asking to be his best man?” he asks.
“Sergio Ramos.”
Tomáš pauses at that. “That’s certainly going to be an interesting wedding,” he says, finally.
Robin looks at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
Tomáš laughs. “Robin. Come on. You know Cesc is probably going to ask for really weird things, Ramos is just going to encourage him.”
“It won’t be that bad,” Robin says, doubtfully.
Tomáš pats Robin on the arm. “Poor Robin,” he says.
~
When Robin returns home, Cesc slides up to him and wrapping his arms around his neck, says, “I’ve been thinking about what the song to our first dance should be.”
Robin has horrific flashbacks to the times he has walked in on Cesc doing the dusting while singing along to Lady Gaga and playing the air guitar to a band called Tokio Hotel or something. Then he remembers when Cesc had somehow managed to stumble upon S Club 7 on Youtube, and had even tried to float the idea of ‘You’re My Number One’ being their song.
“Err, yes, I have a few ideas about that too,” Robin says carefully, as he tries to disentangle himself from Cesc before he can get hurt.
“Oh.” Cesc loosens his grip on Robin. “Okay. I’m sure we can decide on a song amicably.” He flashes Robin a grin and Robin knows it will be anything but amicable.
“Who do you have in mind?” Robin asks, warily.
“Okay, now I need you to have an open mind,” Cesc starts.
Robin groans. “Oh, Cesc, no.”
“You haven’t even heard my answer yet!”
“Yes, but if you need me to have an open mind it means it’s going to be something strange.” He gives Cesc a pained look. “It’s not Britney Spears, is it?”
Cesc gapes at him. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he says, sounding scandalized.
“Who is it?”
Cesc beams at him. “The Spice Girls.” He hurriedly continues before Robin can continue. “I gave it a lot of thought, Robin. They’re classic, it would be amazing.”
Robin stares at him. “Cesc. The Beatles are classic. Eric Clapton is classic. The Eagles are classic―”
Cesc snorts. “Yes, the first song we dance to should be about some nightmare hotel that holds you hostage.”
Robin briefly thinks about telling him that he shouldn’t take the song literally. Instead he says, “The Spice Girls, on the other hand, are very very…not.”
There’s a brief silence.
“How dare you,” Cesc says, frostily.
“Cesc!” Robin throws his hands up in exasperation. “The Beatles have songs like ‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand’, what could we possibly use from the Spice Girls?”
“Two Become One!” Cesc says, excitedly. He takes Robin’s hand. “Because that’s us, see? On our wedding day. Two becoming one!” He sighs contentedly. “Isn’t it terribly romantic?”
“It’s about sex.”
Cesc gasps. “No, it isn’t! Robin, the Spice Girls are classier than that. How dare you insinuate that their songs might contain…smut.”
Robin can’t help it. He tries very hard not to laugh, especially when he sees how Cesc gets upset when he notices the corners of Robin’s lips quirking up.
“Now you’re laughing at me,” Cesc says, sulkily. “I’m glad I’m nothing but a joke to you.”
It’s the final straw really, and Robin starts to laugh. “Oh, Cesc, don’t be ridiculous,” he says, grabbing Cesc’s arm before he can stalk away. “You’re not a joke to me.” He puts his arm around Cesc’s shoulders and kisses him on his temple. “Don’t sulk,” he says, kissing the corner of Cesc’s lips. “Look, I’ll think about it, okay?”
Cesc look at him begrudgingly. Then he smiles as Robin kisses him. “Oh, all right,” he says, and leans in closer towards Robin.
~
It’s one of their calmer days. Robin thinks it’s because Cesc has spent the whole day tasting cake samples with Sergio and he is now too full to move from where he is leaning against Robin, playing with his fingers as Robin tries to watch the match on TV.
“Robin?”
“Hmm?”
Cesc neatly slides his fingers against Robin’s and holds their intertwined hands out in front of him, looking satisfied. “Okay.”
Robin turns to him, confused. “Okay?”
Cesc drops their hands down onto their laps and brushes his lips below Robin’s ear lobe. “‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand’ can be the first song we dance to.”
Robin smiles. “That’s very gracious of you.”
“This means I get to choose what cake we get,” Cesc says, poking at Robin until he shifts so Cesc can rest his head on his shoulder.
Robin wants to ask if he means the flavour or the design, but Cesc has closed his eyes, and Robin is sure he probably won’t like the answer anyway.
One victory at a time, he thinks, lowering the volume of the game so it doesn’t disturb Cesc.
~
“Robin, I wanted to talk to you about our cake.”
Robin has already had a very hard day. “Yes, Cesc?”
“I think we should just not have a cake at all.”
Robin raises an eyebrow at that. Even as he says, “That doesn’t sound like something you would say,” alarm bells are already going off in his head. When Cesc dotingly pats his cheek and runs his fingers through Robin’s hair, he’s sure he’s not going to like what’s coming.
“I was thinking,” Cesc begins, sweetly, eyes bright, “and Sergio agrees―”
Robin groans. Sergio Ramos. Of course. He wonders how, in a world that is so big, a world that consists of six billion people, two people as ridiculous as Sergio and Cesc have somehow managed to find each other.
“Instead of a cake, we should just have a big, giant donut. It’ll be huge; the size of a table maybe. And it’ll have pink icing and sprinkles on it.” When he sees the expression on Robin’s face, he hurriedly adds, “Or chocolate icing, if you prefer.” He beams. “I’m not picky.”
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Cesc Fàbregas/Robin van Persie
Disclaimer: Complete fiction
Summary: Snippet of marriage fic.
A/N: (Originally posted over at my actual LJ.) Because pippopippo wanted marriage fic and I can't ever say no to her. Crack fic. Just coz you know...I specialize in the genre.
The first sign of trouble is when, after Robin proposes, Cesc squeals, “I have to tell Sergio!” When Robin had asked if he wouldn’t prefer telling his parents first, Cesc had just looked at him blankly so Robin had just sighed and told him to go ahead.
Cesc goes into the next room, but he puts Sergio on speaker and the first thing Sergio says is, “Bitch.”
Robin looks at Cesc in alarm, but instead of looking offended, Cesc looks smug. “I know!” he crows, happily.
“I can’t believe you’re getting married first.”
“Who’s going to be your best man? It’s me, right? It has to be me. If you try to make someone else your best man, Cesc, I will hurt them. And you. Both of you. And I’ll frame Van Persie.”
Robin raises an eyebrow at that, wondering if Sergio knows he’s on speaker phone.
“Is he listening? Robin? Did you hear that? You better tell Cesc to make me his best man, or I will cause a scene at the wedding. I’ll…I’ll announce I’m pregnant, and no one will care about your stupid wedding.”
“You can’t get pregnant,” Cesc says, scathingly.
“Exactly. It will have everyone talking.”
Cesc rolls his eyes. “Of course you’re my best man. Who else am I going to ask? Iker?”
This sets off a wave of giggles from the two of them and Robin watches in amazement. Cesc was so strange, really.
“How did he propose? Was it romantic?”
Robin almost snorts at that. He had tried to make it romantic. It was hard, because most proposals were preceded by a person’s favourite meal or a person’s favourite something, which was hard enough. Even more so when that said person is Cesc Fàbregas.
Who likes donuts and chocolate milk. Not exactly aphrodisiacs.
He had been excited enough though, and had seen Robin’s proposal coming. As soon as Robin had moved closer to him, he had squealed and jumped to his feet.
“Wait!” he cried, running to his computer.
Robin had remained on the couch, trying to figure out what the Spaniard was up to now. Soon a familiar song started playing from the computer, and after dimming the lights a little, Cesc returned. He took up his original position on the couch, facing Robin and held out his hand to him.
Robin stared at him for a few minutes. “What?” he finally managed to sputter out.
Cesc beamed at him. “I’m setting the mood,” he said, matter-of-factly.
Robin had resisted the urge to roll his eyes, but he hadn’t been really surprised. It was very Cesc-like really.
Present Cesc is curling the phone cord around his fingers. “It was very romantic,” he says. “He had my favourite meal, he played my favourite song, it was horribly cheesy and perfect, Sergio.” He sighs contentedly, and Sergio echoes it on the other end.
~
Tomáš’s reaction is more normal. He congratulates Robin and is pleased when Robin asks him to be his best man.
“Who is Cesc asking to be his best man?” he asks.
“Sergio Ramos.”
Tomáš pauses at that. “That’s certainly going to be an interesting wedding,” he says, finally.
Robin looks at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
Tomáš laughs. “Robin. Come on. You know Cesc is probably going to ask for really weird things, Ramos is just going to encourage him.”
“It won’t be that bad,” Robin says, doubtfully.
Tomáš pats Robin on the arm. “Poor Robin,” he says.
~
When Robin returns home, Cesc slides up to him and wrapping his arms around his neck, says, “I’ve been thinking about what the song to our first dance should be.”
Robin has horrific flashbacks to the times he has walked in on Cesc doing the dusting while singing along to Lady Gaga and playing the air guitar to a band called Tokio Hotel or something. Then he remembers when Cesc had somehow managed to stumble upon S Club 7 on Youtube, and had even tried to float the idea of ‘You’re My Number One’ being their song.
“Err, yes, I have a few ideas about that too,” Robin says carefully, as he tries to disentangle himself from Cesc before he can get hurt.
“Oh.” Cesc loosens his grip on Robin. “Okay. I’m sure we can decide on a song amicably.” He flashes Robin a grin and Robin knows it will be anything but amicable.
“Who do you have in mind?” Robin asks, warily.
“Okay, now I need you to have an open mind,” Cesc starts.
Robin groans. “Oh, Cesc, no.”
“You haven’t even heard my answer yet!”
“Yes, but if you need me to have an open mind it means it’s going to be something strange.” He gives Cesc a pained look. “It’s not Britney Spears, is it?”
Cesc gapes at him. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he says, sounding scandalized.
“Who is it?”
Cesc beams at him. “The Spice Girls.” He hurriedly continues before Robin can continue. “I gave it a lot of thought, Robin. They’re classic, it would be amazing.”
Robin stares at him. “Cesc. The Beatles are classic. Eric Clapton is classic. The Eagles are classic―”
Cesc snorts. “Yes, the first song we dance to should be about some nightmare hotel that holds you hostage.”
Robin briefly thinks about telling him that he shouldn’t take the song literally. Instead he says, “The Spice Girls, on the other hand, are very very…not.”
There’s a brief silence.
“How dare you,” Cesc says, frostily.
“Cesc!” Robin throws his hands up in exasperation. “The Beatles have songs like ‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand’, what could we possibly use from the Spice Girls?”
“Two Become One!” Cesc says, excitedly. He takes Robin’s hand. “Because that’s us, see? On our wedding day. Two becoming one!” He sighs contentedly. “Isn’t it terribly romantic?”
“It’s about sex.”
Cesc gasps. “No, it isn’t! Robin, the Spice Girls are classier than that. How dare you insinuate that their songs might contain…smut.”
Robin can’t help it. He tries very hard not to laugh, especially when he sees how Cesc gets upset when he notices the corners of Robin’s lips quirking up.
“Now you’re laughing at me,” Cesc says, sulkily. “I’m glad I’m nothing but a joke to you.”
It’s the final straw really, and Robin starts to laugh. “Oh, Cesc, don’t be ridiculous,” he says, grabbing Cesc’s arm before he can stalk away. “You’re not a joke to me.” He puts his arm around Cesc’s shoulders and kisses him on his temple. “Don’t sulk,” he says, kissing the corner of Cesc’s lips. “Look, I’ll think about it, okay?”
Cesc look at him begrudgingly. Then he smiles as Robin kisses him. “Oh, all right,” he says, and leans in closer towards Robin.
~
It’s one of their calmer days. Robin thinks it’s because Cesc has spent the whole day tasting cake samples with Sergio and he is now too full to move from where he is leaning against Robin, playing with his fingers as Robin tries to watch the match on TV.
“Robin?”
“Hmm?”
Cesc neatly slides his fingers against Robin’s and holds their intertwined hands out in front of him, looking satisfied. “Okay.”
Robin turns to him, confused. “Okay?”
Cesc drops their hands down onto their laps and brushes his lips below Robin’s ear lobe. “‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand’ can be the first song we dance to.”
Robin smiles. “That’s very gracious of you.”
“This means I get to choose what cake we get,” Cesc says, poking at Robin until he shifts so Cesc can rest his head on his shoulder.
Robin wants to ask if he means the flavour or the design, but Cesc has closed his eyes, and Robin is sure he probably won’t like the answer anyway.
One victory at a time, he thinks, lowering the volume of the game so it doesn’t disturb Cesc.
~
“Robin, I wanted to talk to you about our cake.”
Robin has already had a very hard day. “Yes, Cesc?”
“I think we should just not have a cake at all.”
Robin raises an eyebrow at that. Even as he says, “That doesn’t sound like something you would say,” alarm bells are already going off in his head. When Cesc dotingly pats his cheek and runs his fingers through Robin’s hair, he’s sure he’s not going to like what’s coming.
“I was thinking,” Cesc begins, sweetly, eyes bright, “and Sergio agrees―”
Robin groans. Sergio Ramos. Of course. He wonders how, in a world that is so big, a world that consists of six billion people, two people as ridiculous as Sergio and Cesc have somehow managed to find each other.
“Instead of a cake, we should just have a big, giant donut. It’ll be huge; the size of a table maybe. And it’ll have pink icing and sprinkles on it.” When he sees the expression on Robin’s face, he hurriedly adds, “Or chocolate icing, if you prefer.” He beams. “I’m not picky.”